Widow Dark Thirty

It started as a joke. Not the site. The reality that hit us all in unique and different ways. It’s not a joke you laugh at though…or at least you’re not supposed to. Until we did.

There are many outlets to grief. Some paint pictures of sunsets and drape scriptures across their pink and purple-hued skies. Some drown themselves in work or relationships. Some go crazy trying to hold it all together in front of the masses...to seem okay.

We’ve been told we should get over it. We’ve been told everything is for a purpose. We’ve been told they’re in a better place. We just don’t agree.